Dion. So, so! I say no more.
Your wisdom be to me Athene's shield
Whereby I'll see to strike this head of wrong
Nor be devoured. Come, we will walk abroad.
But not to court.
Aris. [To Aratea] My wishes wait on thee.
May Fortune dress thee for a second self
Till eyes mistaking seek thy face for hers.
Ara. Nay, let her wed thee, and like loving wife
Give all her portion, then empty-handed pluck